Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.